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Feb 2020
A feeling of dread,
Looming over my head,
If I don’t make it through,
I’ll end up dead

How did I get here,
Smothered in fear,
What a mess I made,
The end is near

There is no hope,
So I tied the rope ,
And I climbed and climbed,
Just trying to cope

As I planted my feet,
Into the heat,
I accepted my fate,
Our souls will meet.
Kathy
Written by
Kathy  29/F/Texas
(29/F/Texas)   
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   Carlo C Gomez
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